Close your lips and discover
The bitterness that sleeps
On the tip of your silent tongue.
In the evening the lights you see
From the shore are far off and pale.
They dance to the waves rhythms
And haunt your dreams.
If you close your eyes too
You can hear faint whisperings,
The succinct susurrations
Of children lost to the winds
And the waves’ roar.
Songs of dead sailors
Echoing and ringing
On the zephyr.
The blind see the world but through a veil.
The deaf hear more than they tell.
At night they come down to the sea
To touch fingertips.
They share our secrets with the wind
And their own with the sky.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
Looking for a picture of the lock from Pirates Dead Man’s Chest, I happened upon your poem. I liked it so much, I joined this site just so I could tell you how much I liked it. Excellent work. Drew great, wispy, fluid pictures in my head!